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Little children will satisfy

The needs-of our-lord

When we are done with you

You'll have no use

We won't need you-any-more!

Call our brothers to reunite

It's time, god bless

Thank you god, for this gift

The pleasures - of the - FLESH!

You will Never- see through my eyes

You will never - feel this pain of mine

Church our home

The holy place

No one-will-suspect

Sacred walls

Will mute the screams

No one-will-scape

To defy

Old man's rule

Free at high cost

The amounts of pain

Mixed with rage

The damage done

You must know

I feel through my-

Eyes, going insane

My mouth full of hate

I-spit- these-words- in- vain

No one will come

There is no hope

Sorrow- is my fate

In the name of god

They plant their seed

Fatal to survive

Little lambs

Accept this life

Death please take my hand

Paranoia

Going insane

The destroyer

Religious breed Command

Paranoia

Going insane

The destroyer

Man's will to abuse